Call the cops.

Vanessa doesn't want to try anything rash, so she decides to go the legal route, unfortunately for her, she left her phone in the bathroom. Vanessa's **** however, so she rushes in, grabs her phone off the bathroom counter, and attempts to leave. Her days keeps getting worse though, as her ankle is grabbed and her already top heavy frame along with the wet floor from her sloppy dry job causes her to fall over.

"You're not getting away from me slut!" The postman yells at Vanessa. Vanessa tries kicking at him with her open leg, but he grabs it and pulls himself up Vanessa, overpowering her and growing her. It feels even worse than before, doing it through her wet shirt and bra. Vanessa desperately tries to thrash around, trying her hardest to escape, but this time the courier has leverage on her, so while she's able to fight his hands briefly, he quickly grabs one tit and clasps his hand over her mouth.

He begins to dry grind over her clit, not made any better by her already wet clothes. She can't deny anymore, it feels incredible, but she still holds herself in, trying her hardest to fight to still no avail. But her resistance does not go unnoticed, as her assaulter briefly stops his attack and says

"Oh come on, a tease like you can't not be enjoying this, stop lying to yourself. You're not innocent, you're a whore in disguise"

He begins to tear Vanessa's shirt off, leaving her breasts only hidden by her bra, which he sticks his hands in and begins to pinch and rub her nipples. Vanessa is barely hiding her pleasure anymore, waves of it flowing throughout her body, yet her expression still only remains scared, and she has yet to let out a moan. The postman increases the pressure, sucking on her nipple while beginning to tease her already wet pussy, though with some trouble dude to the right and wet pants and panties.

"This is it bitch, no holding back anymore, you will finish" the courrier says, starting to play with Vanessa's breast while still squeezing and stimulating her.

This is it, Vanessa thought, all she wanted was some bras that fit, she wanted to enjoy her day, but now she was about to lose herself. She had never came, never had sex, never even had a lustful thought, but now she was being reduced to some random creep from online's plaything. But as Vanessa was ready to give in, the pleasure all at once completely stopped, almost as if time itself had stopped. Vanessa feels full control of herself for the first time in forever. She leans her head back, to the courier it looks like he's won and she's finally going to give in. Then, before he even had time to react, Vanessa hits him square on the nose with a brutal headbutt.

This sends him onto his back, giving him a bloody nose in the process and giving Vanessa precious time to compose herself. The postman attempts to get up, but Vanessa socker kicks him in the chest, sending him down once more and making Vanessa's breasts bounce in a way that made him wish he was in control. She places her foot on his chest, totally triumphant.

The feeling of being in full control over a man gives Vanessa an intense feeling of lust, even more than when she almost went over the edge, though this time there's no chance of **** ejaculation. But maybe it doesn't need to be ****. This feeling of power made Vanessa feel like she wanted to send him off with a climax, still powerless since he didn't cause it. On the other hand, this man had attempted the unthinkable on her, and if it wasn't for her resolve he would have succeeded. Why should she purposely let him win now and truly become the slur he sees her as. Maybe she wouldn't be, maybe she'd be a "slut" in her own way. But she has to decide now before he gets any chance to take back control. Vanessa can't risk losing it